This is a song about "Dope pockets"

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

My balance be so tight rope

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

You smokin on laced dope

Ever since then i had no job

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Sometimes rap about slinging dope

Then later we can elope

Money in my pockets

Fuck, clean up on aisle six